“Morning” Heather smiled as she moved away from the children to come embrace him. He was still a little hard and as he pressed against her body it threatened to lose sight of where they were. As he calmed his mind Heather said she would go and get his coffee and asked him whether he would prefer having it in the room or the living room. As Ron gave words to his choice and made his way back to the room Heather walked towards the kitchen and Ron couldn’t help marvel at her glorious body.
Ron freshened up, and couldn’t help but notice how the bathroom smelt of flowers and perfume. It was invigorating and one of the nicest ways to wake up. When he got out of the bathroom Heather was there with a tray and coffee and biscuits.
“There’s something I wanted to say to you” she said, eyes glued to the floor.
Ron’s instant reaction was to cringe. ‘What now?’ he thought as he lips said “Anything”
“I was wrong yesterday, I got swept away in the moment but I do believe it is best for us.”
“I know what you meant Heather and truth be told, I do believe it to be the best way myself”
Heather got up and wrapped her arms around him. As he kissed her head she spoke. “I’ve been thinking since the morning though about how wonderful you’ve been and how I probably ruined your dream night. You’re a man, and you have needs.”
She pulled away a little and he looked down at her face just inches away from his. It was like his mind had stopped computing the words she was saying. He felt his erection start to grow again, albeit with confusion on his mind. She was wearing a gown and from the look of it, not much underneath. He wondered if anyone had seen her like that but the only people in the house that early would be Mr. Golba and his family. He wanted to keep her in the room, to be just his. His mind raced with thoughts of possessing her body and soul but trailed back to her words at some point.
“So I want you to know. I know I can be stubborn at times but all the things I say or do will always be for us. I want you to understand that.”
She stepped back and unclasped her gown, letting it fall down to the floor leaving her just in her underwear. Ron gasped. The image in front of him seemed too beautiful to be part of this world. It was like an angel had come and stood before him. Yet, while his mind treated what he saw almost with worship, darker desires rose from deeper in him.
“The thing is . . . . “, she said, “I have never . . . . . . .”
There was no hiding it now. His cock strained the fabric of his leg. He knew she had seen it and her face had blushed a shade of crimson at the look. There was no faking that. She was pure, she was his. He would never have imagined that. His mind suddenly started to reevaluate as he understood how much more this act would mean to her. He furiously thought of the right thing to say.
Heather moved forward though. Suddenly moving with surety she came and stood right in front of him. Her left hand ran up his arm as her right hand went to where he most wanted it to reach. He groaned as her hand caressed his length. She was talking while she stroked his cock but for the life of him he couldn’t make out what she was saying. Back in New York, this had been a regular part of his life but over here, it seemed like years since a woman touched him there. What he knew for sure is that a woman this beautiful had never been in contact with his cock before this. He wasn’t even sure a woman this beautiful had ever existed elsewhere.
She started to kiss his ear as she whispered sweet words to him and before he knew it he felt his orgasm approaching him. He panicked a little and tried to move her hand away, but it was too late. Before he knew it, his body was spasming as he released all the pent up cum with his cock still inside his boxers.
With the life he had lived, Ron had rarely felt like a teenager while he was in his teens but now, here he was. She undressed him and saw his cock for the first time while he stepped out of his clothes. “Let me take care of this and I’ll be right back.” She entered the bathroom and left him standing there in the room. It was a sudden shift from being involved in one of the best moments of his life to feeling a little ridiculous.
This was not how he had imagined life with his mail order bride. Part of him was angry at himself. How could he allow this to happen? He was better than this. He was the man, he was to be the one in control. He should have fucked her the night before. Right on the living room carpet and he should have left her there. She walked back into the room and all those thoughts vanished. He let himself lie down, being caressed by this Goddess who had also decided to undress while she had been away. For now, the part of his mind that was mad at him grew quiet.
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Life was different over the next few days. The woman in his life changed it so much, like he’d hoped, but he wondered if he wanted the changes or if he was just unable to resist because of the power she held over him. She wasn’t manipulative, she wasn’t cunning. She was just right. He had wanted someone who was smart but wondered if he could co-exist with someone who he was starting to feel was smarter than he was.
Sexually, they continued to take baby steps and with every small little step they took, he felt her power over him grow. There was a part of him that was so grateful to her for having chosen him amongst the millions around the world the he would blind himself to all the things she was changing in his life. In her defense, she didn’t say those things as orders. There were observations of how things could be better, the issue was, she was just right so much and that she would never back down from an argument.
He realized off course that his issues with her were more issues that stemmed from wanting to be in charge. From wanting to know that he was the one who had ordered a wife and not the other way around. Her beauty and charm got to everyone else in the nicest way possible. He would hardly have a conversation with Mr. Golba where his head servant did not spend most of the time talking about the virtues of his new mistress.
She changed around the arrangement of the stable and the living room. The really annoying thing was that Ron liked the new arrangement more. In both cases they seemed obvious and made life better. He was just annoyed that he had not seen it all his life. She was incredibly principled about everything she did. Whether it was just having a single drink with dinner or waking up at a particular time, she did seem to want everything her own way. Ron did not say anything to her because he understood the need for consistency in her life at a moment where it had all been thrown topsy turvy.
He spent most of his days though just looking forward to the moment when they would be alone in the room and all of it would be alright. The following morning though, he would always wake up grumpy at the whole day that was about to pass. The first time Ron did accounts after his marriage was two months after the marriage. They had recently made some purchases that Ron later realized the staff had wanted for a while. No one had said anything to him because that is just not how the chain of command worked and Ron hadn’t realized it because this was not what he really did. He was expecting the purchases to have made a huge dent into their revenue but when the accounts were totaled he realized the profits of the ranch had gone up by over seventy percent.
In a distance outhouse, Kenneth, Mr. Golba and Ron tried to trace out exactly how this had happened. The ranch had multiple revenue sources but June and July were normally slow months and the increase was surprising. As they sat around and figured out what had led to the increase in revenue a pattern started to emerge. It was like each decision could be traced back to a change that Heather had made. The stables, the barn, even the small farms that they had on the site. All of them seemed to be flourishing under her touch. It was exactly what he had wanted and yet, he felt betrayed. That was the first night he spent away from her since she had entered the house. Sleeping in his den instead after telling her that he had some work he needed to get to. He did not understand why but he certainly needed to get his head straight.
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The next morning he felt a lot better. He realized that he should be thankin
g the stars for having found a soul mate like the one he had. As he walked into the room and saw his wife still sleeping in the soft light of the breaking sun, he was totally grateful. The day itself turned out to be as pleasant as those moments. They decided to go horse riding, just the two of them. It wasn’t without it’s danger but they took in the glorious barren countryside and returned without incident. When he had moved to his ranch he used to hire the Kilton brothers every time he wanted to explore the country side. In all the stories he had heard about the west, men with guns always seemed to be useful. In the morning though, he had told Heather about sending a rider for them when they had decided their plan. She had just laughed at how he had probably misunderstood her and she just wanted to see the lands around the ranch. The radius she had in mind though, he would probably have hired ten riders for.
They got an invitation later in the afternoon. It was the Mayors ball, the biggest event of most calendar years and one in which everyone who was anyone was invited. The Mayors ball was the divider between the kings and the pawns and Ron had left absolutely no doubt which one he was at any of the earlier occasions. There had been some memorable run ins but he had two cards which stopped any of them from getting out of hand. A close relationship with the sheriff had been one of the reasons he had picked this town. The Kilton brothers had been the other connection he had carried with him from New York. The dual nature of these friendships gave him the license to throw his weight around everywhere without really worrying about the consequences.
This led to a worrying thought. Knowing Heather, she would probably laugh at the idea of taking the Kilton brothers to the party. Though he had enough reason to trust her judgment and to think she would see his reasoning, he was unsure of the validity of the reasoning itself. It really wasn’t like they were living in the Wild West anymore and though guns around waists were still a common sight the chances of being involved in a gun fight had greatly reduced. Like predicted, he did bring it up and it was laughed off. She saw the hurt look on his face and kissed him on the check while she responded but could not help suppress her laughter as she walked away.
Ron sighed. “Ah well”, he thought, “if there was ever a woman worth getting shot over”.
He gave the subject no more thought for the next couple of days. That night though, he was in for a special treat. She had asked him for some money a few days back. It was the first time she had asked him for anything and he had readily obliged. Turned out, she had sent Mrs. Golba to buy her some French lingerie that she had heard the old woman talking about. This was the day she had received it and she had been waiting for him in bed as he had been wrapping up the last chores at the ranch.
It was a tight fitting black singlet that did the most amazing things to her already incredible breasts. You could see all of her legs as the outfit barely managed to cover her pussy with a thin strip of fabric. “I know we said we’ll wait for a special day and I don’t want you to get your hopes up but there is something I want to try that I think you will quite enjoy.”
With him standing there stunned she got up off the bed and came and stood next to him. Then, without warning, she bent her legs and went down on her knees. As he realized what her intentions were, he stepped back. She was too pure, too perfect. “Please” she whispered and he could not resist. His mind went into panic mode again as he realized how sweaty he was from all the work. Before he could ask her to let him go clean up though, she had already taken him inside her mouth. Ron let out a groan so loud he was convinced they would have heard him across the ranch.
She didn’t move for a second and he figured she was probably letting the taste of his cock settle before she went forward. Even in that stagnation he could feel the light flicks of her tongue and it drove him crazy. She started to move her head and sucked him. The greatest though was when she turned up to look at him. He could tell it wasn’t the easiest thing for her but she was doing it, for him. Down on her knees with his cock in her mouth she pumped it deeper and deeper, stretching her resolve. He finally broke, he could stop himself no more, he held her face and started to fuck it.
He pounded his cock in and out of her mouth, not really caring that this was probably the first blowjob she had ever given. Every time he looked down, he found her looking back at him with eyes that told him to go on. Eyes that told him, she was his. She bought her hand around to hold his cock as he bucked. He knew he would be stretching it by cumming in her mouth but in that moment he didn’t care. He let out a warning though “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum in your mouth”
The expression in her eyes didn’t change but when he started to spurt his cum into her mouth she looked away as he held her hair and pulled her towards him. She wouldn’t move though, her lips stayed locked around his cock as she swallowed each and every drop he gave her. She stayed like that after he had cum and when he lifted her, he knew he loved her. Any doubts he had left were satisfied when she told him that he could have one of those every single day till they made love.
She had been very clear that though she wanted it more than anything in the world, she loved the sweet torture of the journey and did not want to climax till the time they actually made love. The couple of times he had touched her pussy though she had been insanely wet. That night, as they lay down after the blowjob, he reached across and touched her there. It was the wettest he had ever felt her. It was also probably the first night both of them felt silly for waiting.
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The next few days, they explored the last few rungs they had left. They would often talk about sex but now they had waited for so long there was the need for it to be special. Ron felt it as much as Heather did. He was slowly starting to believe he loved this girl but there was no way he saw himself spending a lifetime with her without cracking. For all her virtues, what he had wanted was a woman that seemed HIS, that seemed like she needed him.
He realized over time that he would probably have dealt better with a less good looking woman who didn’t really excite him but lay on his bed and did his menial chores. All he had done to deserve her was to pay a sum of money and to then get lucky. He was not used to being lucky, he was used to being good. All along, he realized this was an internal battle he needed to win but all the time he would lose the battle and every great thing she did bothered a small part of him.
The day of the Mayors ball finally came around and Ron realized that it was going to be a big day. This was the first time the people of the town would get to know about Heather. What he chuckled at was the looks of envy he was going to get from all the men at the party. He thought about all the wonderful situations that could lead to and then frowned and called out to Mr. Golba with some instructions.
As Mrs. Golba helped Heather get ready, Ron waited for her in the living room. For all her perfection, she still could not get ready on time. Yet, as she walked down the stairs Ron felt he would have forgiven her murderous tendencies just for how she looked. It was a flowing red gown that he had asked Nathan to get when he had found out that she did not have any clothes that would match the occasion. Mrs. Golba had then altered it and there it was now, enveloping what had to be the most magnificent creature to walk the Earth.
Both of them set of for the journey with Nathan following them a few yards behind. They spoke of the people that Heather would be seeing for the first time. The many that they disliked and the few that Ron considered to be ‘good people’. As they got closer the Mayors mansion though, they saw the Sheriff standing out with a couple of men waving them over. They looked like they had been waiting for him to arrive.
“Good afternoon Mr. Kranson, Miss Kranson”
“Good afternoon sheriff” Ron replied “Is all ok?”
“Well”, he looked at Heather and leaned over as Ron bent down. Apparently the news that one of the most eligible bachelors in town had decided to go the mail order bride route had not been taken well by the women of the town. It was like they had all banded together to unleash thei
r most potent weapon, gossip. The entire ball was apparently just full of talk about the newly married couple. Some said that he kept her in a dungeon, some said that she had turned out to be this old maid whose husband had gotten killed. The most persistent rumor he said seemed to be that she had slept with everyone on the farm except Mr. Kranson himself. As Ron rose up, the sheriff finished his thought . . . . “Including the old man”
Ron did not even turn around to look at Heather. He knew one rumor had as much merit as the next and in that moment when his new wife was questioned he realized how much he loved her this did not cloud his mind for a single second. He trusted her, he loved her and he would fight for her.
“You suggesting we go back?” he asked the sheriff.
“I would suggest you do sir, for the sake of the lady” he replied and Ron realized that he was probably right. This was his game to play with the people of the town. They had been trying to pull him down for being an outsider since he had gotten there and he had done the same to them and would keep doing it till they stopped. It was his game, not hers, though she had provided them with the ultimate weapon. The thing was, Ron had been proud of his entire life and could defend every bit of it. It was what gave him the strength to do all he had done. He knew though that deep inside, he did not feel right about having ordered a woman through a catalogue. He would not be able to defend this and she would not be able to handle the spite thrown her way.
She had waited patiently without knowing what was going on but she trotted her horse forward as she rested her hand on his arm. “Can I ask what the matter is love? Is there anything I can do?” Ron leaned across and explained the situation to her, leaving out the nastier rumors. For a second, maybe less, he saw a chink in the armor. He saw that something had gotten to her, that she was human.
“We will do as you say”, she said as he thought he saw a tear form in one of her eyes, “but for me, there is nothing in the world I want more than to go inside. They did go inside and while her beauty ensured that there were as many gasps as there were sniggers, a lot of people had already seen her in the catalogue and thus knew what to expect.
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